Page 47 of Bourbon Sins
“You know Lo, you can come on over to our side. We always enjoy recruiting some hot lesbians,” Tootse said with a smile.
“Sorry girls, I kind of like a giant cock.”
“Then you’ll like Jett,” Babs said absentmindedly, as she fiddled around with a new makeup shipment that had come in.
All our heads shot to Babs as she stood there. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Oops, sorry, just slipped out.”
“Jett has a tree trunk?” I asked.
Pepper laughed, then leaned forward and said, “We’re not supposed to talk about our encounters with him, but I will tell you this, he’s big . . . big.”
“Thank fuck,” I responded, as I got off the ground and started stretching. I was getting tight from all the workouts I’d been putting my body through. “For all I know, the guy could have a small dick and I would have to fake it for years.”
“You won’t have to fake it, that’s for damn sure.”
Interesting, I thought. My celibacy was bordering on a month now and I was about to combust. Every night when I was watching the girls dance and I was serving drinks, I got hornier and hornier. I started to think that maybe I was turning into a lesbian, since I was getting so damn turned on just watching, but after learning the moves from Pepper, I understood that each move was geared toward enticing the members—and man were they enticed.
When serving drinks, I always liked taking a look down at their crotches to check the state of their arousal. Two nights ago, there was a man there that was actually pretty attractive, I had no clue who the hell he was, but he had one impressive erection.
Francy got up and tossed me a bottle of water. “What do you think girls? I think she’s ready.”
“You’re just saying that because you want off the stage,” I countered, as I took a sip of the cold water. Even though I was wearing next to nothing, I was hot as hell.
“No, I think she’s right,” Pepper added. “You’re nailing all the dances and I can’t lie, I think you’re looking better than me. You’re more than ready. I say we get her into the rotation, at least a couple of nights.”
“I completely agree,” Babs added. “Plus, it will be nice not to have to give a lap dance for one night. Lord knows, when you step in, I won’t have to do one for a while.”
“But don’t you want the income?” I asked.
The girls all looked at each other and laughed, as if I was missing something. “What? I don’t get it.”
“Lo, you have been here for what? Almost a month?” Pepper asked. I nodded. “Then you probably have more money in your bank account right now than you earned the last several months.”
“Wait, what?” I felt like I needed to clean my ears out because Pepper was talking like a crazy person.
“That’s a conversation you need to have with Kace. First things first, we need to get you into the rotation.”
“Well, you would have to talk to Kace about that one,” I said while playing with my water bottle. “He’s such a dick; he’ll never let me do anything other than serve drinks. For some godforsaken reason, the creepy piece of foreskin he is, he has some idea that I’m . . .” all the girls stiffened in front of me as my voice trailed off. I turned around and came face to face with a not-so-happy-looking Kace.
“Please, don’t let me stop your rant,” he said, his arms across his chest.
Speechless.
Mortified.
Red as a fucking beet.
“That’s what I thought. Girls, go get fitted for Saturday’s presentation. Lo, stay here. You have something you have to tell me?”
All the girls filed out, so much for all for one, one for all. They left me like a dangling piece of meat in front of a very ornery alligator ready to pounce.
Once they left, I turned and faced Kace, who was wearing a pair of workout pants and a tight-fitting T-shirt. He looked too damn good to be such an asshole.
“Now, what did you want to say to me?”
Mustering up enough courage, I crossed my arms, mimicking his posture and said, “I’m ready to be put in the rotation. I’m pretty sure I’ve proved myself; I know all the moves and I even have some of my own.”
Kace looked me up and down and said, “You’re not ready.”
